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た枕のすきまの風もさむかりき身はならはしの物にぞ有りける
| tamakura no sukima no kaze mo samukariki mi Fa naraFasi no mono ni zo arikeru | When you were pillowed on my arm The draught into the gaps between Was cold, but I did grow accustomed to it— That’s how it was… |
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